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DEMONS

Forced to swallow my demons and hold it
Anybody else couldn’t hold that shit for a moment
Been through fire so the burns don’t mean shit I don’t give a f#ck if you don’t like me no wonder why I f#cks with don trip
I’m usually laid back really not known to trip but life comes at you fast some of that shit is hard to grip
especially when your hearts been
Snatched and torn to bits
listen
I wake up everyday on a mission These days I’m not to friendly everybody Looking suspect bruh I’m all about business
The pain I carry round would of kilt you in an
Instant serving all these niggas out here looking like Benson
Red Sox till I die so you know I’m swinging for tha fences bigger badder bolder colder shoulder than sub below temperatures in
Minnesota
Lil buddy imma tell ya you really
Don’t want it with this fella if you trying me or mines then imma send you home like
Old yeller Your bad news and my crew looking like tha Goodfellas
Well put together with calculated precision
Jumped a couple fences so I wouldn’t end up behind fences
Needed some strong talks like Denzel gave his son on fences
My Life wasn’t right like a run on sentence with these commas missing from my check got me Stressed out period
But I’m pulling through like always it’s become a bit of a given I’m going the distance like Robert Griffin use to his rookie season




Written by T3RMINATOR_X (Mama THURR Goes That Man)
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